D. (dalaruan) wrote,
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and our feelings prey upon us

Mephistopheles: Nun sind wir schon wieder an der Grenze unsres Witzes, da, wo euch Menschen der Sinn überschnappt. Warum machst du Gemeinschaft mit uns wenn du sie nicht durchführen kannst? Willst fliegen und bist vorm Schwindel nicht sicher? Drangen wir uns dir auf, oder du dich uns?

Mephistopheles: Now we are once again at our wit's end, just where the reason of you mortals snaps. Why dost thou seek our fellowship, if thou canst not go through with it? Wilt fly, and art not proof against dizziness? Did we force ourselves on thee, or thou on us?

Goethe, Faust I, Trüber Tag. Feld / A Gloomy Day. A Plain

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